Ya'll, my husband and I just spent four days in San Antonio, Texas. It was a great getaway. But I realized when we arrived on Saturday that I had totally forgotten to write my blog last week! What a mess. So here we are, returning with the next chapter of our story:

When I moved to Missouri, Joe worked at a job where he wore a uniform everyday. An uncomfortable uniform, to boot. So every night when he got home, he'd change into sweatpants. And weekends (outside of going to church) were made for sweats. One particular Saturday in late March, he was insistent on us going for a walk. I knew something was up because of the way he was acting. He was being so weird! His schedule had changed that day, outside of his control, but he still was determined to go for our walk. Then he showed up for our walk in jeans, and my suspicions were confirmed.

I asked Joe if my dog, Sam, could join us for our walk. (Don't ask me why. I don't know.) He hesitantly said yes. We drove out to a parking lot off Little Blue Trace Trail here in Independence. The day started out beautiful but it quickly was getting darker and colder. By the time we took our walk, the sun was pretty low, the wind had picked up, and the cloud coverage had increased. We walked for a bit and I (being the ridiculously impatient one) asked how far we were going. Joe kept saying "Just a little farther." Eventually we came up on this cute little picnic area along the trail. Joe bent down to pet Sam and turned around with the ring in his hand. I was so excited, and the ring was beautiful. We spent a (very) short time celebrating in the picnic spot and then headed back to the car. I was shivering and my teeth were chattering... I did not dress well for this! Sam and I actually ended up running back to the car.

We dropped Sam off at my house and went out to dinner to celebrate. We also shot this ridiculous and hilarious video to post on Facebook because... that's what you do nowadays. We were engaged!